Stop bragging about money and just live life thankfully.
The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy
This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,
Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see
I'm with your girlfriend eating chips
Hustle for money and making livings
A happy home, that's my fantasy
Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.
Money come and money go still money problems addin up
Well since you already bleedin' that mean i don't get to cut
And shit i live to learn,
Don't regurgitate my sperm
And live a life of rhyme
I'm running out of time
And live with my dismay
Word play, word play
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